comedy

Old Farmer Jack sat by the fire, dozing and grumbling on a fine summer’s eve, when ratta-tat-tat! a knocking broke out something fierce at his door.

Naneth!

I'm sorry it's been so long since my last letter! You may have feared me dead and I truly apologize for that but I've been.. well... finding myself I guess you could say.

I think I spent too much time among the Breelanders and lost my senses! It has helped hone my comedy though! I was so unsure before and getting heckled at the Pony would be enough for me to hide out and not show my face again for months. 

Before I tell you this story it might be good to start out with some good advise.
When someone offers you free drinks for an entire night, It is never a good idea to accept the offer.
- Sigfread


​The story began on a calm afternoon at the Thalanduin estate in Raddon. 

Tall and proud I' Hosse rides
Cross dark and wild places.
Behind Talfalco on his steed,
His pony has short paces,
For Halfling ponies are quite small,
Their size not built for races.

Lodhreth, he the warrior true,
Bids straight to make their pathing.
Talfalco, lagging, turns aside,
To find a cause for laughing.
And such a foolish choice did cause
What we in aftermath sing.